Orion growls as he pulls his sword back, glaring at Grey with hatred burning in his eyes. "Tell us how you did it," he spits out between clenched teeth, "And maybe we'll reconsider our decision to kill you." Eos hovers nearby, her expression unreadable as she watches the unfolding events carefully.

The battlefield continues to rage on around them but their attention is solely focused on Grey and the box he holds in his hands.

Orion shakes his head, confusion etching across his features briefly before hardening into determination once more. "I don't care whose eyes they belong to," he states flatly, "Just give us the damn box so we can end this."

"I see... you are the one who has orchestrated all of this," Ayla says with growing anger, her voice shaking slightly as she faces the monster. "You have manipulated us for your own twisted ends." She takes a step forward, drawing her sword and readying herself for battle.

"And what end would that be?" the demonic creature asks mockingly, its grin growing wider still. "The end of me? The end of you?" It pauses, studying Ayla's determined expression with interest.

Ayla narrows her eyes at the monster that calls itself "Grey." "And what gives you the right to do such a thing?" she demands, her voice ringing through the battlefield. She takes another step forward, closing the distance between them. "You think you can come here and destroy everything we hold dear? You're wrong!"

The wind picks up around them as Ayla begins to channel her power into a massive sphere of sunlight, aiming it directly at Grey. "This is what love brings!

Eos looks skeptical. "Sealed by God? Why would He do that?" she asks, her voice carrying more challenge than genuine curiosity. Lumine raises an eyebrow, watching the interaction with interest. Gloria steps closer to Eos, obviously concerned for Orion's wellbeing but also wary of this strange creature before them. Noah remains silent, his expression unreadable as he continues to study the cell angel.

Eos' eyes widen in shock as the creature named 'Grey' reveals its mission to eradicate anything less than perfect, and declares itself as the only thing that fits that description. The other angels exchange glances, expressions ranging from disbelief to horror. "That cannot be allowed!" Eos exclaims, her voice filled with outrage. "Who gave you the right to decide what is and isn't perfect?"

Noah frowns, stepping forward. "

Orion sighs heavily, his expression softening slightly. "I do understand," he says gently, kneeling down beside her. "But the consequences of your actions cannot be ignored." He pauses, searching for words that might bring her some measure of comfort. "We will see what can be done, but you must accept responsibility for what happened."

"I will," Eos whispers, looking up at Orion with tears streaming down her face. "I'll accept whatever punishment you deem fit." She wipes away her tears and stands back up, meeting his gaze unflinchingly. "Just... please, find a way to make things right between us. We don't have to be enemies anymore."

Orion nods, taking her hand in his. "We will find our way through this together," he says reassuringly. "

The Earth Faction Leader clenches his fists in determination, refusing to give in despite the threats of annihilation. "We will fight until our last breath!" he shouts back defiantly at Xytherion, his voice carrying across the battlefield. His followers nod in agreement, their eyes fixed on the fleet as they prepare for the worst.

The Light Faction Leader watches helplessly from the sidelines, unsure of what to do or say that might help.

The Light Faction Leader watches in horror as the dark matter cannons fire upon Earth Faction soldiers, causing massive destruction and carnage. The air is filled with the sounds of screaming and explosions. Tears well up in his eyes as he realizes that there was nothing he could have done to stop this tragedy from unfolding. He turns away from the scene, unable to bear witness any longer, heartbroken for both the fallen angels and their people who now face an uncertain future under Xytherion's rule.

Eos curses under her breath as she sees the Dark Lord flagship reloading its plasma cannon. "Shield regeneration isn't fast enough!" She glances over at Lumine, her eyes pleading for a solution. "Lumine, target their engine rooms with everything you've got! Maybe we can disable them long enough to escape."

The angelic ship continues to drift helplessly as it takes more and more fire from the enemy fleet.

Eos feels a wave of despair wash over her as she sees the front part of their ship destroyed by the plasma cannon. "Shields down completely!" She looks around at the crew, their eyes filled with fear and determination. "We must find a way to survive this!" Her voice cracks as she struggles to maintain control of the rapidly deteriorating vessel.

Without another word, she flies over to Lumine and Apollo. "Lumine, target their flagship again!"